Chapter 1 Calling the Wrong Name
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On the day of our wedding, my fiancé Kendrick Freguson called me by the wrong name.
“I love you, Cecelia,” he said without hesitation.
I froze. Cecelia Atkinson was the name of his first love.
A murmur swept through the crowd.
Furious, I threw my bouquet and called off the wedding.
When we met again later, I was pushed up against the car door by a man and kissed so fiercely I could hardly breathe.
Kendrick was seething as he shouted, “I thought we were good friends, and you went behind my back and stole my fiancée?”
Frederic Haywood, holding me by the waist, chuckled, “If it weren’t for Kristine, you really think you could be my friend?”
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At the wedding venue, the officiant asked, “Mr. Freguson, at this moment, what would you like to say to your bride?”
I stood beside Kendrick, holding my bouquet, smiling sweetly.
To my surprise, my fiancé Kendrick said, “I love you, Cecelia.”
Silence fell over the room.
Chapter 1 Calling the Wrong Name
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“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure he doesn’t bully you.
“After the wedding, if you have a son, we will transfer two percent of Freuson Group shares to your name.”
My parents, whose faces had been dark with tension, seemed to
soften at that.
Kendrick’s father, Jerrold Freguson, slapped Kendrick across the face. “Apologize to Kristine. You can’t act like this at your wedding!”
Kendrick staggered back from the slap, rubbing his cheek and muttering, “Whatever, I don’t care about this wedding!”
I clenched my bouquet, feeling like a joke.
My groom called out his ex’s name twice during the wedding, and this was something I couldn’t get past.
I threw my bouquet aside, snatched the microphone from the officiant, and without regard for the crowd, I declared the wedding canceled.
Then, lifting my dress, I stormed out.
Ophelia tried to stop me, but Kendrick tore the boutonniere off his suit and threw it to the ground. “Let her go! Kristine, if you dare to leave, then don’t come crying to me and beg me to get back together!”
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